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Niyati Gupta

Children Stories Horror

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Niyati Gupta

Children Stories Horror

Best Turns Into Worst

Best Turns Into Worst

2 mins
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The school was out,

The bus left cherry and his brother,

Towards the way.


Roads covered with snowdrift,

Dew on the magnificent floret

And the trees leaving its bract.


Eating spaghetti,


Watching Netflix

Go on a long drive,

Was claimed supreme.


After a long day,

Cherry originates from his exorcism towards homework.


It was all quite,

Just ticking off the clock made it alive.

 

It was 3 in the dawn,

And the preparation of drowse,

Became a part of ancient history.


When he glanced at his parents' room,

He fears death,

A skeleton in the closet taking a humid breath.

A shiver ran draught his spine,


He immediately locked the door

But doom cannot have a specific store.

As the door was closed,

The bonny fingers were exposed.


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